CHAPTER VIII.
(I) "So you go back to England to-morrow ?" said Father Adrian, as they sat a night or two later in the guest-room of the French Benedictines, where the monk was staying.
"We start to-morrow night," said the old priest.

"Monsignor is infinitely better, and we must both get back to work.

And you ?" "I stay here to finish the revising of my book," said the monk quietly.
* * * * * The man who had lost his memory had piled impression on impression during the last forty-eight hours.

There was first the case of the German girl.

She had been examined by the same doctors as those who had certified to her state half an hour before the cure, and the result had been telegraphed over the entire civilized world.